Got a call from her a few days ago, “Do you still want this dumb-ass cat if it’s dead when you get here?” She’s been shutting Noah in the bathroom while she’s at work. By the time she gets home, Noah is frenzied with pent-up energy and redoubles his attacks on poor geriatric Izzy. Izzy is a big dog and it wouldn’t take but one good snap to do Noah in.
Well, Noah is living happily at my house now. He and Buzzy are fast friends, tussling, eating, and sleeping together. They are about equal in energy and love being together. Welcome home, Noah.